The Other Wife
I am the other wife. The one who has stood beside you for the past six years after you got DISSED, as in dismissed by number one. I may be number two, three or four, but I sure as the hell have been the one to put up with the dirt you dish out when your pissed off. I'm the other wife the one you make pay for the mistake you made when you were with her, for the times she cheated on you, for the one you just can't seem to let go of.
I'm the other wife, the one you let scrub your clothes, cook your meals, wait on your needs, and clean your house. I'm the one you depend on to get things done, to make sure all the tasks are taken care of and to wait up when you decide to lay out all night. I'm the other wife, the one that you treat like trash, call names and put everybody before. I'm the other wife the one you push around, talk down to, the one you make feel less than a human being. The one who you make feel like a stranger, unwelcome in her own home.
I'm the other wife the one who helped raise your child, helped with his homework, and walked him home from school. The one who spent time with him when you were to caught up in your own life to make time for him. I'm the one you have taught him to disrespect, to ignore, to yell at and to disregard like a used piece of tissue.
I'm the other wife, the one who has to sit quietly by while you hang pictures of you and her in the home where I live. The one who has to stay silent as you share your memories and stories of your number one with your family and friends. Oh no, I could never be as good as she was, so pathetically perfect. I'm just the other wife, the one you never really cared anything about, just the one you used until there wasn't anything to use anymore.
I'm the other wife, the silent, soft-spoken one, the educated one who made sure I could stand on my own two feet. The one that knew that when you are the "Other wife" it's just a way of saying "another". The one who knew she better be ready to leave at a moments notice and take care of herself. The one who you thought would always be around. The one you thought would always be your doormat.
I'm the other wife, the smart one . The one who respected you, didn't party with your friends, didn't sleep around, or make you choose between her or her family. I just stood quietly by as I watched it all fall apart, But I never let you have the last piece of my heart.
I'm the other wife the one you promised to love and not let go, but "other" also meant better. That was something you never showed. I'm the other wife the one whos walking out the door...I won't let you hurt me and I won't take it anymore.
I'm the other wife, independent, smart and strong, I'm the one who doesn't need you. i can make it on my own.